“The Apache don’t have a word for love,” he said.
“Know what they both say at the marriage? The squaw-taking ceremony?”
“Tell me.”
“Varlebena. It means forever. That’s all they say.”
Louis L’Amour-Hondo
Dear Readers,
We celebrated thirty years of marriage yesterday. My Sweet man and me. Meandering country roads, remembering all that has passed. This year carried more significance than the previous years. Year twenty-nine found us recovering from open heart surgery, balanced on the edge of life. We remembered the pain, the first hard steps, a hazy blur of recovering and rebuilding.
I look back to the early days, when marriage, blending two families, was similar to putting a puzzle together. Some pieces, shoved into place, while others easily dropped in. Before you realize it, the rushing of time has brought an empty nest, ten beautiful grandchildren, another furry friend, and retirement.
Comprehending we would, we could, come this far.
Puzzle pieces meld, slip together in such a way, one overlaps the other. Time softens us, we have blended in love, history, commitment. “Varlebena.” Forever. Varlebena, theres beauty in the sound of it on my heart.
Forever. Old love. Thirty years. Love has grown. Comfort comes in familiarity, growth comes when the seed of Varlebena, forever, is sown. The ground furrowed deep with seeds of commitment. A smile, a touch, a knowing of each other’s needs, without spoken word.
We live simply, love simply, celebrate simply.
It was in our quiet way of slipping off, slipping away for time out of time, we found ourselves meandering through country roads, and small towns.
Conversation turned the pages of thirty well lived, fully lived years together, even in, in spite of, the hard edges of life. In spite of crumbs on the countertop, a minutia of emptied pockets, ball caps, and tiny scraps of paper spread throughout the house. I still love him. Varlebena. Forever.
In spite of my temper tantrums when pain is stronger than me, the tears, the preaching, foot stomping selfishness, he still loves me. Varlebena. Forever.
How did we get here? To this forever place?
Perseverance, giving and receiving grace, serving. Apologies, whether needed or not, Time together in prayer and in the Word. Knowing when to stay, when to state your case, knowing when to walk away.
Making time to meander down country roads. Making time to be together and just be. Crinkled eye smiles. Tears when there is pain.
Is it perfect? Not this side of Heaven. But. It. Is. Good. Old love is good. It melds and fits, melts over us as warm sunshine.
Our love is deep and worn. Worn as the lines etched deep in our faces. Worn as comfortable as my favorite pair of jeans or white tee. Worn as his wrinkled hand holding mine.
I cry out for more days, more years, more time. And somehow I stay present here with him. And with HIM, The One who melded us together.
Happy Anniversary My Sweet Man. You are my soft place to fall. Varlebena, My Love.
“Varlebena. It means forever. That’s all they say.”
Louis L’Amour-Hondo
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Beautifully written Tammy. Very well done. P.S. Happy 30th!
Thank you Elina! I’m so glad you stopped by humble place!
XO
Tammy
Maybe because I have had the privilege of meeting both of you IRL that this lovely tribute to your 30 years is so beautiful and almost makes me cry or maybe it’s because it’s a masterpiece. You decide!!!
You’re the best!
XO
Tammy
old love is good love!
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you nylse for stopping by! I hope you’ll come again!
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Tammy
Happy Anniversary! This is such a beautiful post
And did you know Louis Lamour is a ND boy?!
Wow, Tara, thanks for telling me that. I’m new to Louis Lamour, I discovered him in the best ever rare and used book store on our day trip of celebrating! I’m hankering for his memoir, but the fellow was sold out.
XO
Tammy
So beautifully expressed! Old Love IS good love! Congratulations and Happy Anniversary!
Thank you Bettie!
XO
Tammy
Tammy, this is beautiful!
Happy Anniversary and many blessings to you! xo
Thank you Sweet Friend!
XO
Tammy